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There is a Buddhist teaching story about a woman whose only child dies. The desperately bereaved woman comes to Shakyamuni Buddha, asking for a miracle, asking Please bring my child back to life. The Buddha agrees, but only if she will bring him a mustard seed from a household that has never known death. And so the woman goes out seeking...
Miriam Sagan's search for a mustard seed begins with the death of her husband Robert, a thirty-six year old Zen Priest. Miriam, a self-described traveling poet, seeks advice from books and friends, from rabbis, from Buddhist priests and Christian nuns, but doesn't find a wealth of helpful insights for young widows. Faced with little in the way of meaningful information for a woman in her circumstance, she approaches her grief in what she calls a typical baby boomer fashion, as an extreme state to be experienced.
Her unconventional approach takes her to Korea in the middle of winter - Seoul was frozen by cold dry Siberian winds. It was polluted. It was ugly. It sounded perfect to me - to weightlifting classes -- I'm a widow, I yelled by the machine that strengthened my arms. I'm a widow! -- and through her search for new romantic relationships...
Intimate, poignant, and at times even comical, this piercely honest memoir takes the reader along a journey during which one woman attempts to unravel the mysteries of grief and death.
CONDITION: Hard Cover with DJ, NEW, crisp, clean, FIRST EDITION, 207 pages
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